Who are you to tell her....?

Who are you to tell her, if she wore that dress; she’d be glamorous,
Who are you to tell her, to wear high heels; she’d need to be taller,
Who are you to tell her, how to cut her hair; how much skin she’d show,
Who are you to tell her, what to say; and said you know,
Who are you to tell her, if she want man’s love; she’d to be better in her way,
Who are you to tell her, to wear loads of makeup; being plain is never okay,
Who are you to tell her, what she should feel; and faked about truth,
Who are you to tell her, she can’t get depressed, she is still youth,


She hated dress, can’t walk in heels,
She was above the common standards, away from ideals.
She decided not to listen anything more,
She was tired of being this, and collapsed on floor.
She never needed make-up, being herself was fine,
She wanted happiness, in a way she just can’t define.